Nexare

Here it comes now, the wisp of inspiration that comes from lack of inspiration. It rises like a ghost, invisible, yet felt all the same. It swoops around, gets behind you and creeps up to your shoulders, cloaking them like a warm blanket. It seeps into your head through every hole and pore. Shiney-bright ideas fall like snowflakes. You grab and grab, hoping to catch the best one, the one you have never seen but know to exist; alas, the heat and passion of your desires melt the snowflakes, and all that is left are diluted droplets that evaporate becoming mist once more, moving, always moving on.

I met you at spring’s first passionate sigh; Fair skin, ruby lips; auburn locks graceful Slow-danced amid the blushing morning sky; 'Twas then I swore always to be faithful. I loved you at summer’s first ardent roar; Sol-touched, emerald eyes, electric kiss We danced at midday, hearts in concert soar; 'Twas then I swore to give you naught but bliss. I affected you at autumn’s lament; Brooding stare, carnelian palm, side by side We walked, hands to ourselves, backs willow-bent; 'Twas then I swore not to succumb to pride. I last saw you at winter's lonesome moan; 'Twas then I swore I would leave you alone.

In this breath I feel at last the spring has come harsh season passed with it life, a brand new start but for us, two paths do part I fear the dawn, with it the day I will have to say farewell If this night should come without an end, would not I utter a single complaint tis more a wish I do confess, but thought of life without you does distress my mind, my soul, my very core, life and love with me no more Still I think it is but right, I must not linger here, with you, tonight for grief of hearts ripped in twain lingers too with every passing frame I embrace you now one last time and pray we skip the long goodbye I shall dream of you t

In it lies a place to hide A place to dwell and brood Thoughts of love And thoughts of crime Are told and untold too And when you near A voice you'll hear One that's songful as is true Then you'll know What tales roots show And what green forests do

When I try to fall asleep I'm awakened by the thought That if I try to fall asleep I might not wake up at all.